#eggy coffee

[puppycuntt]

breakfast n eggy ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[ask-pentious]

Okay minion follow after me

My name's Sir Pentious. 👏🏼👏🏼

I like to build. 👏🏻👏🏻.

And despite my stupid egg bois I think I'm very skilled! 👏🏼👏🏼

Now, your turn, eggy. -🎩🐍

Okay boss!

My name's Sir Pen-

-🥚#2

NO EGGY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY...

...nevermind...just...get me a full fat half caf mocha latte with a caramel drizzle...

-🎩🐍

On it, Boss! -🥚#2

[causenessus]

me at a coffee shop: this is so new grounds coded

I'M SO HONORED 😭😭 yk i just went to new york and actually passed this shop that was literally just all boxing gloves and i immediately thought of bruised!!! ENJOY UR TIME AT THE COFFEE SHOP!!

[eriecanal]

you know what... i was an obnoxious son of a bitch when i was a tween/young teen. but i was also kinda based with it!

[cold-earth-connection]

20km fast on the bike erg this morning, back in the lycra ( 🤢, though @eleanorbrown91 seems to like it 😏 ), good food. Training training training, starting to break the back of it and feel good! (Apart from 2 day doms in my abs after gymnastics...)

[the-feral-fa1ry]

I'm too autistic to know if my feelings are reciprocated so I'm scared to feel as deeply as I do about you to protect my heart from breaking over you all over again. But there are definitely evidential signs I just treat my friends like romantic partners so I have no idea if ur gestures are romantic or friendly.....

[anaalnathrakhs]

the positive of making whatever dumbshit lowcal recipe i find in what i call the headless chicken method of pursuing my baking hobby, is that i’ve accidentally made flan and i actually like this one okay enough when i was lukewarm at best on flan before

[causenessus]

I HIT 30 TAGS BC THIS WAS AN AMAZING CHAPTER AND HAS ME SO PUMPED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER EGGY!! PLEASE THE CLIFFHANGER I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (no pressure at all!! also omg I cannot tell you how much I missed maneater <3 like ig I just realized it but I just LIVE for how iwa and yn banter THIS IS LOWKEY MY FAVORITE SMAU YOU'VE WRITTEN EGGY EXCEPT I CAN'T SAY THAT BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER BUT THIS IS SO GOOD!! AND AS U CAN TELL I HAD MORE TO DAY BUT TUMBLR WOULDN'T LET ME BUT THIS WAS SO GOOD <33)

THE MANEATER CHAPTER SIX: phantom

masterlist

divider credits to roseraris

extras!

akaashi was in yn's room trying to lace up a leather corset for like twenty entire minutes

he said i am a better friend than oikawa and i am going to prove it

sometimes yn goes through these periods of getting worn out from her job (staying up all night on her feet and drinking and then going home to get just a couple hours of sleep before she gets back up again to work on her mixes)

for the most part she's able to maintain a routine that works well for her but occasionally it just catches up to her and brain stops working like normal

iwaizumi has another job at the velvet bar from @causenessus's smau tonics which you should absolutely read if u havent already

maneater goth night playlist

taglist: @wyrcan @thechaosoflonging @deluluforcarlos55 @localgaytrainwreck @cherrypieyourface @eclecticeggknightpsychic @httpakkeiji @does-directions @needtoloveoutloud @kawaii-angelanne @thatonecroc @v1oletfury @lonesomedrive @nnnyxie @guitarstringed-scars @nbcvs @garfieldissocool @iheartpinky @mollyrolls @yogurtkags @yuminako @michivrse @19calicos @sunnyskiezzzz @bailey-reeds @staileykout @kitskasoboring @loverlunaire @iluvaquaphor @lllaw @alpha-mommy69 @acowboykisser @karasyuu @aquariarose @torkorpse @wave2mia @southernfrogprincesd @mfcherry @adorerinn @soulfullystarry @jaynawayna

[j-jareausgirl]

helloo, can i request something fluffy with emily, reader and them being baby girl moms ? :)

NONNIE HOWD U KNOW IVE BEEN HAVING THIS DREAM FOR WEEKS EVERY NIGHT???? ARE U IN MY WALLS???

anywhosa!:

you and emily awoke to the little pitter-patter of toddler feet coming down the hallway, before hearing a knock at your door, and a muffled, "mommy? mama? time for breakfast?"

you turned over to check the clock, audibly groaning when the time reads 5:37. you press a kiss to emily's temple, before crawling out of bed and insisting that she should stay asleep a little longer, as she hadn't returned home from the office until almost 2:30 that morning.

"hi, bug. what's for breakfast today. hm? eggies and toast again?"

you ask the young girl, trying to sound as peppy and joyous as possible given the time. she looked almost dead on emily, with her same chocolate eyes and distinct dimples, having hair somewhat similar to yours.

she smiles brightly at the mention of her current favorite breakfast, nearly jumping up and down, hugging at your leg with a bright smile almost identical to your wife's.

"yes, please, mommy."

you smile a little brighter before ushering the young girl to the kitchen to start her breakfast and your coffee. maybe it was time to talk to emily about having another one.

[princessfarts31]

heyy!! This is 💨!! (Anon reveal 😃) I was gone because I got logged out or my tumblr and forgot the password so here we are on an alt, but this is the gal from the asks!!

Omg so I was in the store the other day after the gym (I was wearing Nike pros which make my already nice ass look so fucking juicy) and I was sipping on a Starbucks coffee (this was the catalyst of the situation) and my stomach started bubbling like crazy (I was SO turned on omg 🥵) and so I made sure I was alone in the isle before ripping the bubbliest, wet, gulpy, and loud fart (holy fuck was this fart amazing. The way the wet gas was struggling to pop out of the tight legging shorts was turning me on like a mofo and the smell was SO eggy and putrid holy shit. Honestly I could write a whole paragraph about this fart but I won’t for my sanity) and I was blushing like crazy. One from embarrassment because I could hear people talking about my fart and two because I was REALLY wet. So I kept walking when a couple walked behind me and was gagging from the smell and I felt so bad but at the same time more proud about how insane that fart was. Anyways so I get to the check out isle, get my stuff, and walk to my car. The second I get to my car I feel a HUGE fart and push and omg was this fart sloppy and wet omg. It immediately shot to the front and I could feel the juices bubbling and popping against the seat and my god was this one amazing (way better than the one in the store). So I continue to drive home and my stomach starts REALLY acting up, so horny me pushes and I shat my pants. (This car has never smelt better omg.) Anyways, as usual, have a great evening and love ya girl! 😉

omg hiii! I missed you 🤭💗

that’s so so sooooooooo hot. I can’t believe how strong your gas is. That’s so hot. Like the way they must’ve been so disgusted by it. I would’ve been soooo proud of you. Rubbing your belly and kissing ya 🫠 that’s so hot. I also LOVE when the farts shoot to the front literally that turns me on like no other. And the fact that you shat your pants? Ugh so hot. I would’ve been touching myself the whole time 🫣 you’re literally so hot

I made food today that was super heavy on spice and beans and I just know it would’ve killed your stomach if i would’ve let you wash it down with some milk 🤭 now that would be sooooo hot

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.12. SUPPORT SMALL BUSINESSES DAY

"trace me onto you."

from title fight, left in saitozaki, fukuoka

prev. | m.list | next

extras <3

INKED AND MY BISQUE BEAU REFERENCES!!! DEFINITELY PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THESE FICS THEY ARE AMAZING <3 (thank u to @eggyrocks and @wyrcan <33)

AND THANK U AGAIN TO EGGY FOR THEIR AWESOME PLAYLIST <33 LET'S GO TITLE FIGHT

atsumu acted so offended when y/n immediately tagged him saying kiyoko was off limits but he was definitely thinking about asking for her phone number...but that's bc he's an idiot

when suna saw y/n's tweets about buying her coffee he texted osamu like "hey what if u dropped off coffee for y/n and ur girlfriend. i'll pay"

osamu is trying his hardest to maintain that they are NOT dating (yet) but he's secretly getting giddy everytime someone calls mbb y/n his girlfriend (SORRY LMAOOO FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ MBB THIS IS PROBABLY CONFUSING THAT JUST MEANS U SHOULD GO READ IT!!!)

he also (pretending to complain about it) agreed to drop off coffee but he's a gentleman and paid for mbb y/n's coffee and suna paid for (love notes) y/n's coffee <3

double dates between the two in the future?? both pairs are so cute 👀

WAIT AND TRIPLE DATE WITH KIYOKO AND INKED Y/N??? hold on i'm cooking

suna and y/n are both fighting for their lives trying to remain casual but they are literally the FARTHEST THING from acting casual

gonna reinforce this again but literally all the art suna sends y/n is actually stuff he's put up with her in mind <3

and suna got too nervous to say anything about how he feels to y/n because the timing just didn't feel right and then she was like "oh i forget we haven't been BEST FRIENDS forever"

he was biting his fist and going thru the five stages of grief trying to interpret the deeper meanings of that text

and atsumu was not sleeping yet while suna was texting y/n (and technically he did not giggle, it was just like little huffs of laughter whenever she said something cute, yk?)

but they both shut off their phones and immediately went to bed after seeing omi's reply they were literally laying in the dark terrified they were going to hear footsteps and banging on their door

i love including my own experiences in my writing (yes i was forced to learn relative tuning before ANYTHING else in a guitar class and then my high e string broke and attacked me </3)

and!! actually the picture suna uses on his twitter (the "i miss you) is a picture i took in new york <3 if u were wondering why it looks so ugly

and an extra note to provide more context for next chapter!! this away game is the last one before winter break <3 y/n mentioned the holidays in her earthen kiln post because next chapter will be about winter break just so everything is clear <3

taglist: @0moonii @iluvmang @bluebeanbee @oyasumeii @froyaoya @gyuijns @nbcvs @milkteade @guitarstringed-scars @makkir0ll @mylahrins @cherrypieyourface @vivian-555 @sharkerino @r0seandth0rns @staileykout @lunavixia @thvvluvr @elliott0o0 @wolffmaiden @rockleeisbaeeee @toges-cough-syrup @cnnmairoll @ryeyeyer @hibernatinghamster @localgaytrainwreck @lemonocity @bows4life @sereniteav @madiexuberant @eclecticeggknightpsychic @phoenix-eclipses @sonicsolos @httpakkeiji @brkfclub @snail-squasher @starry-magicshop @cr4yolaas @kitnootkat @zzzlevislothzzz @iluv-ace @iluvaquaphor @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 @applepi25 @twiishaa @girlkissersco @sleepystrwbrryy @encrypta

[pollenallergie]

Eddie-isms

Since the last set of miscellaneous best friend!Eddie headcanons I posted did so well, I figured I’d type up some more. :)

18+

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

Eddie makes fun of you for being lactose intolerant. “Bunny, you can’t even digest ice cream correctly. It’s like god wanted you to live a joyless life.” <3

Eddie sneezes obnoxiously loud. He doesn’t really do it on purpose, he’s just a naturally loud sneezer. <3

Remember how I said Eddie loves naps? Yeah, if he gets bored with whatever he’s doing, he’ll just drag you back to the bedroom for an impromptu nap and you kind of just have to accept it. <3

Eddie will challenge you to a burping contest and he expects you to put in genuine effort every single time because “this is not a game, this is serious shit.” <3

Eddie takes periodic breaks from smoking and drinking to make sure that he doesn’t build up too high of a tolerance. During these breaks he simply replaces drugs with sugar, which is somehow worse. He’s like a hyper little kid on Halloween night. <3

Eddie still goes to a pediatrician/family medicine doctor and he gets very upset when they don’t offer him a lollipop and a sticker at the end of his appointment. “Why did I even show up? What’s the point in me even being here if they’re not gonna give me anything, jitterbug? I really fucking wanted that Gandalf sticker. This is horseshit.” <3

Eddie calls french toast “eggy-loaf.” No one knows where he got that name from, but he’s been calling it that for as long as you’ve known him. <3

Eddie’s gotten poison ivy way too many times to count. He got it on his dick twice in the summer of ‘84. Wayne laughed at him both times. <3

Most of the mugs in the Munsons’ collection are technically Wayne’s, but the Garfield mug? That’s 100% Eddie’s. He got it on a road trip with Wayne when he was ten and has heralded it as one of his most prized possessions ever since. Interestingly, when Eddie drinks coffee in the morning, he uses one of Wayne’s mugs because he refuses to use his special Garfield mug for anything other than hot cocoa and soup. One time you made the mistake of brewing Eddie some tea in his Garfield mug while he was sick. Of course, Eddie still drank the tea because he’s not wasteful, but he did so while glaring at you ceaselessly. <3

Eddie is a lighter thief… and a scrunchie thief… and a pencil thief… and a t-shirt thief. Basically anything that you own also belongs to Eddie and he will take it without warning. In his defense, he doesn’t mean to steal anything from you, he just borrows your stuff and forgets to give it back to you. <3

Eddie draws little sketches for you all the time. For example, he once drew you a picture of your favorite flower cradled in the bony hand of a skeleton; it was actually insanely good. However, instead of giving them to you like a normal person, he folds them into paper airplanes and throws them at you as hard as he can. <3

Eddie says “safety” every single time he farts. <3

Eddie almost always has a tiny piece of gravel caught in his shoe, it’s the bane of his existence. <3

Eddie is surprisingly strong (as we all know) and he uses that strength for nefarious purposes, like body slamming you onto the couch for no fucking reason; something he does almost daily. He always finishes this epic move by pinning you down and counting to three. Then he’ll spend the next two minutes celebrating his “victory.” <3

When Eddie gets really excited, he’ll grab your hand and squeeze it just a little too tight. He doesn’t even really mean to do that, or at least he doesn’t mean to squeeze quite so hard, but he can’t really contain himself when he gets all hyped up. <3

You’ve learned not to talk about how heavy/big you are around Eddie because he almost sees it as a challenge. “What, so you think I can’t pick you up? You think I can’t lift that much? You think I’m a whimp, huh?” He’ll then hoist you into the air just to prove a point. <3

Also, whenever you talk badly about yourself in front of him, he makes you say three things that you like about yourself off the top of your head. It’s a trick that you started using on him during the dark days of puberty and, honestly, you regret teaching it to him. <3

Eddie is insanely competitive when it comes to board games, especially Pictionary. <3

Eddie often randomly challenges you to thumb wars and, when you don’t accept, he pouts like a baby. <3

Whenever Eddie’s hands get cold, he’ll sneak up behind you and press them against your cheeks or the back of your neck just to shock you. <3

Eddie loves it when you torment him like he does to you because he thinks you look especially beautiful when you’re being ornery. <3

Eddie talks about you to the new Hellfire members as if you’re dead and not just away at college. “Our very own Hellfire queen, the beloved bearer of snacks, may her memory live on forever,” He declares theatrically. “Oh, damn, how’d she die?” One of the freshmen asks. Gareth sighs, “She’s not dead, Munson’s just a dweeb.” <3

He impersonates Yoda… like a lot, one could even say he does it a little too often. <3

“Grub, can you turn your music down a bit? I’m trying to study.” “Do or do not. There is no try.” “Eddie!” <3

Also slips into Shakespearean mode every now and then. <3

“Hey, grub, should I wear my hair up or down with this dress?” “To wear it up or to wear it down, that is the question.” “Dude, you’re such a dork.” <3

He’s tried to create a special friendship handshake for the two of you multiple times, but the problem is he makes them way too complicated so neither of you can remember them. <3

Any time you have ever worn a two piece swimsuit in front of him, he’s blown a raspberry on your tummy. He doesn’t do it to embarrass you or to make you feel insecure about your belly, quite the opposite, he likes your belly so much that he can’t suppress the primal urge to blow a raspberry on it every time he sees it. In his mind, it makes perfect sense, but, in yours, not so much. <3

Eddie physically cannot go twenty-four hours without seeing you or, at least, talking to you on the phone. <3

Eddie will take you and your friends to see a rom-com if you ask him too. If it’s good enough, he’ll even secretly enjoy it too. <3

Eddie actually really enjoys hanging out with you and your friends, so much so that he’ll forever be bitter about the fact that he’s not allowed to come to your group sleepovers. Of course, you want to invite him, but they typically take place at one of your friends houses and, given that he is a dude that’s attracted to women and that has the capacity to knock up the majority of your friend group, none of their parents are super fond of the idea of him spending the night with you guys. He gets it, obviously not everyone can be as forward thinking as your angel of a mom, but it still sucks nonetheless. </3

You try to make up for that by doing some of the same activities at your sleepovers with him; face masks, hair braiding, makeovers, taking the quizzes in your copy of this month’s issues of Cosmopolitan and Seventeen Magazine, etc. Honestly, Eddie has had to lie on so many of those goddamn quizzes, just so you wouldn’t find out that he’s hopelessly in love with you. <3

Eddie makes NPCs for his Hellfire campaigns that are inspired by you; it’s his way of including you in the campaigns while you’re away at college. He’ll even fill you in on how your NPCs are fairing in the campaigns every Friday over the phone after he gets home from the club’s meetings. <3

Eddie kinda uses Philby as his therapist. Whenever he’s had a hard day, he’ll take your dog on a long walk, talking through whatever’s on his mind all the while. You accidentally caught them in the midst of one of these therapy sessions once and Eddie’s face went beet red from embarrassment. <3

Eddie’s brain short-circuits every single time you boop his nose (which is often, because how could you not?). It’s like his reset button. He’ll just be rambling on and on about something, most likely either an upcoming campaign or a sick guitar riff he came up with the other day, and you’ll just give that sweet little nose of his a quick, audible boop and suddenly the words are dying on his tongue. His cheeks flush a sweet rosy hue and his mouth parts in an inaudible gasp. It’s a rare moment of speechlessness for him, as if that one affectionate touch was enough to halt his ever-racing thoughts. Unfortunately, the more often you boop his nose, the more quickly he begins to recover, but that initial moment of quiet shock never fully goes away. <3

When Eddie was a kid, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. The holiday season was always so stressful for him because he constantly had to fight the urge to tell people what he’d made for them. In fact, back then, you all frequently received your presents from him weeks before Christmas because, as soon as he would finish making them, he’d get so excited to give them to you that he just couldn’t wait. <3

Now that he’s older, Eddie’s gotten way too good at keeping secrets… for the most part. If someone confides in him about something serious or wholly private in nature, then he’ll take that shit to the grave with him, won’t tell a single soul about it. However, when it comes to less severe secrets, Eddie tends to make an exception, at least for you. Case in point, you know about all of the Hellfire boys’ crushes simply because Eddie cannot keep his big mouth shut. <3

Eddie has this general disposition about him that just makes it so easy to confide in him and many of his customers frequently take advantage of that, venting to him about their shitty parents or opening up to him about whatever’s stressing them out. He always listens to them attentively and without judgment, and, occasionally, he’ll even offer them some genuinely good advice. Truthfully, Eddie gives great advice, the problem is that he often doesn’t follow this advice himself. <3

Eddie writes poetry and, sometimes, he’ll even read his poems to you, but only the ones that he’s really confident in and that, importantly, are not about you. <3

Eddie’s not worried about being stuck in the friend zone, mostly because he’s worried about a second, worse thing: the brother zone. Due to how close your families are and how long you’ve known each other, Eddie worries that you see him as nothing more than a brotherly figure and the thought of that kills him because is it even possible to get out of the brother zone?? The way Eddie sees it, at least the friend zone might, maybe have the potential for future upward mobility. The brother zone, however, might as well be a limitless vat of swiftly drying cement, because once you’re there, you’re there for life. </3

Given how close Eddie and your mom are, she’s told him many times that, if he’s comfortable with it, he can call her mom. However, Eddie refuses to do that. Not because he’s uncomfortable with it, but because he refuses to do anything to further increase his chances of ending up in the goddamn brother zone. </3

He’s irrationally afraid of ladybugs. Whenever one lands near him, he freaks out, much like most people do when wasps start buzzing around them. Unlike most people, he’s not too bothered by wasps, just ladybugs. Fuck ladybugs. <3

Eddie really enjoys baths, but his trailer doesn’t have a tub, so your mom lets him use the one in her trailer while she’s at work. He’d spend all day there if he could. However, he also gets really lonely, so he forces you to sit just outside the bathroom, talking to him through the closed door. <3

He also gets lonely while he poops, but he feels like asking you to sit on the other side of the door to talk to him while he poops is just a tad too intimate, so, while the two of you are still just friends, he’ll make do with reading the ingredients on your shampoo bottle. But if (when) the two of you ever start dating, that shit will be fair game (pun intended?). <3

Eddie likes to play footsie with you whenever you’re sat across from each other at a table. It doesn’t matter if the two of you are eating at your favorite diner, reading books at the public library, or simply sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, sipping on some coffee, the man will initiate it anywhere. This is also to his detriment, though, because it means that he ends up with a lot of awkward boners in public places. Oopsie. <3

He likes letting you do his makeup and paint his nails. Really, the man will take any opportunity for you to dote on him. <3

He secretly loves it when you call him Eddie Bear or Teddy, but he’ll never tell you that. <3

He spends way too much time looking at you, studying and admiring all the features that make up your pretty face. How you fail to notice his incessant staring is beyond him. <3

Eddie very much enjoys clinging onto you like a sloth. Oddly enough, he kinda wishes that he could go eight days without needing to poop or eat, like sloths can, just so he could get to really maximize the amount of time that he gets to hold you. <3

Eddie’s weird, really weird. Adorable and unexpectedly charming, but also weird. He worries that he’s off-putting, but your mom tells him that he’s just eccentric and that the right person will like that about him. He hopes that person is you. <3

He’s kind of obsessed with you; talks about you all the time, craves your attention 24/7, would do anything for you, etc. Just as Eddie used to say when he was little, he loves you long time. <3

Eddie Munson is the biggest hopeless romantic on this side of the Mississippi River. <3

[honey-and-fig]

Waking up early when your child is somehow still asleep seems annoying at first until you actually get out of bed and realize you have time to drink your coffee and read Scripture without the tiny human in your ear screaming for more grapes and eggies

[homocrafting]

turns out whatever instinct in me makes me want to make tma aus is unstoppable and all consuming. so here's qsmp tma au focused on the brazillians:

cellbit- he HAS to be the archivist ok this man is so eye aligned it's not even funny. HOWEVER because qcellbit and fcell are the same person, Events happened to him before he became the Archivist, ala from the archives grian. local paranormal enthusiast finds dead half eaten bodies, gets arrested for it (he SWEARS he didn't eat those people), goes to prison for 10 years, goes nuts (becomes F!Cell), kills himself in the island, wakes up in his room and Felps tells him "bro you disappeared for 10 days are you ok" and he's just like. What.

Worth mentioning that he fucking speedruns the archives. also known as the qsmp. Cucurucho, who is kind of like elias but a bit less (I inagine the Host would be elias, wjoever they are), thinks "wooo new archivist I wonder how long it'll take them to find out abt the horrors" and then cellbit shows up 3 days later running on 2 hours of sleep and 20 mugs of coffee with a consipracy board connecting a bunch of statements and theorizing about entities

ALSO the web is around him like all the time. if you pay attention there's at least 2 spiders near him at all times, usually hidden because he squishes them when he sees them. he's tangled in the web of lies that is the plot I'm making for this au and his ass is NOT beating it

Felps- Stranger type of guy who doesn't even know and takes like. a year to realise something's up with him. don't worry abt it ok I don't know why he's stranger-y to me either. it's the vibes just trust me

Mike- ok so. I am Very unsure for pac and mike, PLUS I've not seen herobrine a lenda, which means I don't know all their backstory, BUT I'm thinking Lonely for Mike, so far? he kind of distances himself from everyone after richas dies with him, so far is the only person I've not seen much gay happenings happen to, tends to disappear to fuckall nowhere apparently, as one does. also the fact that, back in prison, he seemed to have the most difficulty connecting with others.

also, the Desolation hates him personally. he doesn't know why. his house has burnt down thrice. he gets burnt by the littlest things for no reason. he's banned from the kitchen. an avatar of the desolation tried to kill him once. he watched his own son die in front of him. this is based on nothing from qsmp or anything I've seen Mike do I just think it's funny

Pac- I can only think of Vast and Spiral for him tee bee eich. Leaning heavily towards the Vast because, you know. gestures to the giant hide and seek maps, and also O RAIO, even though I have 0 context for that. he just... he explores the world and made giant hole (yeah yeah holes are the buried but consider: it's big.). it's his "I can show you the world" vibes. again dude just trust me

note abt tazercraft: both of them are very, very touched by the Spiral. reason? Chume Labs

Forever- I'm thinking either the Buried (mostly the digging aspect- he's destroyed a whole mountain and dug up and entire desert), or the Hunt (his intense hunt for Phil's love, the insane grinding that could be seen as hunting for resources, the werewolf hc my beloved). Leaning more towards the Hunt bc dogboyyyyy

The plot I have in mind is very different from the tma plot, but I'm not sure of everything yet, so for now you get this little bpnus :)

[CLICK]

[Cellbit]

We've been back from the Adoption Center for about a day now. Not a timely update, but things happened, and, well.

We found... we found a weird... creature. It- he? Acts human, although he can't talk. He communicates with us through a little notebook, and overall acts incredibly childish. He sure looks like a child. One with- with some material akin to... to egg shells as skin. He has hair, despite apparently being all... eggy. It's black and curly, covers his face. He doesn't like it when we try to move it away from there, but we're working on a safe way to see what's under there.

He seems not to know where he came from, but I know he's lying. It's- there's no way he doesn't, not with what he said, I don't care if Pac and Mike or, hell, Felps believes him, He called us fucking- he called us dads! That's the first fucking thing he said! It has to be some kind of trap, some kind of spy, I don't know yet but when I find out I'm going to fucking-

Shit. That wasn't too professional. Alright, where were we.

We brought him to the Institute. Forever and I weren't thrilled about the idea, but it was 3 against 2. I can't believe Felps would- I get Pac and Mike, there's something wrong with them I'm sure of it, but Felps? I underestimated his braincells. What am I talking about, he doesn't have any.

(Soft chuckle)

We, we named him Richarlyson, he seemed to like it. We asked his name first, but all he did was draw a- (Snort) a stick figure shrugging.

The only clothes he has are a singular oversized Brazil shirt. The moços and Felps want to go buy him clothes.

I don't know how they'll justify the kid having, I don't know, pure white hard skin, but they said not to worry about it, so I guess I won't! I won't. I fucking won't.

... I'm gonna follow them tomorrow. Just to be safe.

That's all for today, I'm gonna go- I'm going to check some statements, see if there's anything even remotely related to this.

This is Cellbit, Head Archivist of the QSMP, which I still don't known what stands for by the way, signing off.

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35MM CHAPTER EIGHT: weird and also hurtful

track number eight: everybody wants to love you by japanese breakfast

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When presented with the option of sitting on Akaashi's couch or on a chair at his kitchen table, she opts in for the floor. She's sits, cross-legged, by his coffee table, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Her attention switches between the screen of her laptop and the curry Akaashi sloppily plopped onto a ceramic plate from its Styrofoam container.

"Thanks for dinner," she says through a mouthful of food, and her hands are already back to typing.

Akaashi smiles. A soft, semi-reluctant one that tugs at the corner of his lips. "No problem," he replies, watching her. He likes the look she gets in her eyes when she focuses. They're heavy, strained from the weight of constantly keeping them opened to stare at the bright light of her screen. But they’re still focused, intense.

She looks nice, there, in his apartment. Like she fits. Her presence changes it. It doesn't feel too big, when she's there. The thought makes his gut twist up in guilt.

His smile drops, and he focuses his attention on his own, blank, laptop screen before him. She’s finalizing details, getting the filming schedule and completed script out to the actors and she told him not to worry about it. Just to focus on his essay for now.

But, and it’s actually sort of pathetic, he can’t really focus on anything when she’s around. He kind of just wants to listen to her talk.

If he had known he’d end up feeling like this, he’s not sure he would’ve asked for her help. He contemplates if the drastic increase in quality of his project is well and truly worth it. Because since she started helping him, he’s noticed things about her he’s never noticed before.

The diligence with which she comes at every task presented to her. Her dedication to her passions and the way her face lights up at the opportunity to speak about them. This enigmatic sort of charm she seems to have on everyone around her without even really trying. The way her laughter has an effect on his spine. How her smile fries up his thoughts.

His apartment is filled with the sound of her fingers against the keyboard, and a low hum that comes from her throat. Akaashi’s fingers twitch against the keyboard, and he very deliberately reminds himself of who exactly she is to him.

-> fun facts!

incel in the film class dropped the "you will not be a successful director because you lack the male gaze" line and even had the audacity to cite bret easton ellis and yn called him a "weird virgin loser with a vendetta against women that won't sleep with him" and left

the professor is quickly and rapidly drafting an email trying to figure out the best way to handle this situation she will absolutely be discussing this class with her colleagues

another new ground mention cause now it’s cannon in the 35mm universe

kenma has yn has on the payroll; he pays her to edit his youtube videos

noya had to borrow a telescope for the astronomy class he's taking; he enrolled to fulfill the general requirement because he thought it was astrology

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french toast // G // deancas // 1459 words // prompt: figuring out

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It happens gently, with a soft landing.

Dean dips the slice of bread–I need brioche, Sammy, yeah dude that specifically–into the bowl of egg and milk.  Little daubs of cinnamon (and just a dash of nutmeg, okay, this bitch is fancy) float on top, clinging to the bread as he lifts it out.  He lets the bread drip for a moment, wet droplets falling back into the bowl. From his fingertips, too, and he feels it wet and cold.

He puts it into the hot, buttery pan and it sizzles, starting to cook.

“That smells good,” a gruff voice says behind him.  “Are you making breakfast?”

Dean looks over his shoulder.  Cas squints at him, sipping from a mug filled with rich black coffee.  “Morning, sunshine,” he says, and he can’t keep the smile out of his voice.  “Yeah, I’m making french toast.  Brioche french toast, so you better strap in.  It’s good as hell.”

Cas hums.  “Breakfast of champions?” he asks, echoing something he’s heard Dean say before.

And Dean has to turn back around and watch the pan, unable to keep from grinning.  His cheeks are going to get sore from all the damn smiling he’s been doing lately.

Since Cas came back.

“Yeah,” he says.  “Breakfast of champions.  We gotta expand your human palette.”

Cas shuffles closer.  “What’s in it?”

He stands near, but not so close they’re touching, better with personal space now that he’s human.  Dean can still feel him, sleep-warmed and loose-limbed, a calming presence at his back.  His shoulders go tingly with awareness and he rolls them, clearing his throat.  “You get some bread–and you can use whatever, but I like the brioche like we got here, or it’s real good with challah, too, and then you get an egg, splash of milk, and add some vanilla and cinnamon.”  He licks his lips and glances backwards at Cas.  “And I added a little nutmeg too, y’know?  Don’t gotta, though.”

Cas breathes deep.  “It smells very good.”  He takes another sip of his coffee, and Dean can hear him sigh with quiet pleasure after he swallows.  “Thank you, Dean.”

“Yeah, man,” he says, feeling lit up and warm at doing something for Cas, getting to take care of him.  “No problem.”

After another moment of observation, Cas goes and sits down.  Dean finishes the first piece and sticks it on a plate, then dips and cooks the second slice.  He wipes his hands on a dishtowel, then throws it over his shoulder, taking the plate to Cas.

“Breakfast is served,” he says, grinning at Cas and winking.  As soon as he does it, unintentional though it was, he regrets it, heat climbing up the back of his neck.  “Uh, gimme just a second to make mine and I’ll sit and eat with you.”

Cas smiles back at him.  “Okay, Dean.”

He hurries back to the stovetop, glad that he doesn’t have to look at Cas.  He wishes he’d stayed, though, just to watch him take that first bite.  He’s gotten his first piece submerged in the eggy mixture when he remembers something.  “Oh, hey,” he says.  He shakes off the bread and tosses it into the pan.  “Forgot this.”  He grabs the syrup from the fridge and plops it in front of Cas.  “Syrup.  You can get a little bowl for dipping, or drizzle it over ‘em like pancakes.”

Cas takes a bite, and Dean watches as his straight, white teeth show past his lips.  His head tilts as he chews, staring at the bottle of syrup.  “I don’t know, Dean.  This is already excellent.  I don’t know that your french toast needs anything else.”

Dean ducks his head, pleased, and says “Well, yeah, of course it’s awesome, Cas.  Doesn’t mean you can’t add a little extra sweetness.”

He finishes his own breakfast and then takes it to the table.  Cas has been working through his two slices with slow, methodical bites, looking like he’s studying the texture and composition of every piece.  

“Better than molecules?”

“Yes.”  Cas smiles at him, a little crooked and so human–and so Cas, goddamnit–that something in Dean’s chest cracks open.  “Much.  You should make french toast a regular part of our breakfast rotation.”  And then his smile goes a little tender, his eyes soften, and he goes back to his food.

For a moment, Dean just watches him eat.

It still feels unreal sometimes, to see Cas there in front of him.  Watching Cas go that final time, watching the Empty take him, had been one of the worst moments of Dean’s life.  And it’s not like he’s lacking in moments to choose from, his life has been one hot and ready buffet of trauma from the time he was four years old.  But something about losing Cas had felt like losing Sam, like a piece of him had been irrevocably taken from him.  He’d sat on the floor in the dungeon and had to reckon with that, with what it meant to lose Cas, with what it meant to be faced with the full, honest force of Cas’s love.  Somehow, despite everything they had been through and every wound they had ever given the other, Cas loved him.  Cas loved him.  And Dean had wanted to honor that love, had forced himself to get up and go to Sam and Jack and stop Chuck once and for all.  And they’d done it.  And behind it all, in this new foundational part of himself, Cas had loved him.

When they’d gotten him back, Dean hadn’t quite been able to believe it.  It seemed too good to be true.  Things didn’t work out like that, not for Winchesters.  Dean had found one of his people, his family, and then lost him.  So it goes.  But then he’d come back and Dean had him again.

Dean had found his person again.

There is a blob of syrup on the corner of Cas’s mouth.  He’d made a little puddle of it on the edge of his plate, and had dragged a few bites through to try it.  Dean stares for a moment.  He can see himself in his mind’s eye, grabbing a napkin and swiping at it.  He can see himself leaning forward and using the pad of his thumb to smear it across Cas’s lips and cheek, more a hindrance than a help.  

And then he thinks I want to eat breakfast with him every morning for the rest of our lives.

The realization hits him suddenly, but with no impact.  It’s as if he always knew.  It lands as delicately as a petal cupped in his palm, as softly as snow falling on his shoulder.  He’s not sure what took him so long to figure it out.  Cas is his person.

Dean loves him, too.

“What the hell, man,” he teases, “you’ve got syrup all over your face.  I gotta teach you how to eat, too?”

Cas glares at him and Dean laughs.  “It’s right—” He gestures to his mouth.  Cas wipes at the wrong side.

“Syrup is messy, Dean, I told you I didn’t need it.”

“It’s still there.”

Cas wipes harder, still the wrong side.  “I don’t think—”

“You’re not even close, let me just…”

“I’m fine, Dean, I don’t need—”

Dean leans over the table and kisses him, right on the corner of his warm, plush mouth.  He tastes like syrup.  It feels thick and warm like syrup, too.  Like breakfast together everyday.  Like finding your person and getting to keep them.  Like home.

“Oh,” Cas breathes as Dean pulls away.  His eyes are wide and his lips are parted.

“Still there,” Dean says.  He sucks his thumb into his mouth to wet it and then scrubs at the sticky corner of Cas’s mouth.

“Dean,” he says, frowning.  He tries to bat him away, but Dean pushes back and scrubs harder.  “Dean, that’s not helping.”

His hand moves from Cas’s face to the back of his neck.  He lets it rest there, gentle, as he leans closer.  “Think you can get it yourself, then?”  Cas is staring at his mouth.  He bites the swell of his bottom lip, just for the little shock of pleasure from watching Cas notice.  “Can’t leave your face all sticky.”  He leans closer.  “I just want to help.”

Cas cups his cheek with one large, warm palm.  “It’s okay, Dean.”  He pulls him in for one quick, hard kiss.  It lasts barely a moment, like a just in case, like Cas wants to take what he can before Dean pulls away again.  But Dean’s not going anywhere.  They’re still so close that their noses brush.  Still so close that Dean can feel when he smiles.  “I think I’ve got it.”